Chapter 2The Canary and the Compromise

Liam didn't come home until the following evening.

He still had a few faded hickeys on his neck.

They were intentionally placed right where his collar couldn't hide them, like a bold declaration of ownership.

Such childish little tricks; only a naive girl without an ounce of subtlety would do something like that.

I lowered my eyes, pretending not to notice, and smiled as I took the coat he had just taken off, playing the role of the virtuous, perfect wife to the hilt.

I even magnanimously showed concern for his mistress:

"How is she?"

He tugged at his collar, his tone light: "Just throwing a childish tantrum. A little coaxing and she was fine."

Seems like she was coaxed back to her senses.

I hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell him what I had been considering for a long time:

"Have you ever thought about giving her a proper title?"

Liam's tall frame froze in place.

It took him a few seconds to process what I said. He asked, confused, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, Liam, let's get a divorce."

I was tired of playing the good wife. I didn't want to do it anymore.